Please Keep Chasing Me (A Fuenciado Story)

Please Keep Chasing Me

*Jaime's P.O.V*

We just finished the Collide With The Sky tour. It was amazing. Being out there with my 3 favourite guys and our hundreds of exceptional fans. I love them all so much. None of us wanted to go home after this, we'd miss each other too much. At the end of the last show, we all clasped hands and bowed to the crowd. Their roars and applauses overwhelmed us. This is exactly where I want to be all my life.

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After the meet & greet and a few photos at the bus, we went in and left. We decided to head over to Tony's before we met up at the Fuentes'.

"WHO'S COOKING?!" Mike yelled.
It was obvious Mike wasn't up for cooking, so Tony and I got going while Vic plastered his fingers in the back. His fingers were bruised from the last few weeks of touring. We were all exhausted but it was worth it.
"Mike, do you mind taking over, I'll just tell Vic about dinner." I asked. Mike grumbled in response but brought himself over with a sarcastic smile. I patted his shoulder, "good boy." He ruffled my hand off him while I laughed. Such a kid.

I head over to the back and Vic was struggling with the tape. "Need some help there, Vicky?" I held in my laugh as I saw the anger rise in his face.
"Don't call me that, Hime. Now are you gonna help me or what?" I walked over to him and sorted out his hand. I kissed it as if he were a princess and he whacked me over the head, laughing. It was so normal for us to joke around like that. We've been best friends for how long? I love having Vic there to have a laugh with, but always there at a time of need as well.
"Soooo, what's up for dinner?" he asked while pushing me in the direction of the kitchen.
Tony overheard and yelled, "Tacos!!"
"We should have PTV crew over, they love the Pierce The Veils tacos." I added.
"Hold back the memories, dude, I just wanna eat." Mike remarked.

We all sat together and ate. It was good to sit together like a family. We are a family. There was just one thing I couldn't put my finger on. But it was something I could never admit. When we were sitting together, I kept catching my glimpses at Vic. He sat opposite me and I couldn't help but notice his beautiful, soft brown eyes. The way his hair curls from under his hat. And how amazing he looked with his nose ring... But why am I noticing all of this? I shot back into reality when Tony waved his hand in front of my eyes. "Earth to Jaime!" In a daze I managed to drop some guacamole on my shirt.
"Aw man, thanks a lot Tone." I mumbled grimly.
Tony crammed a taco into his mouth, "Anything for you, sweetheart." he smiled sarcastically with a beholding wink. I laughed.
"Oh shut up, I'm gonna go clean this up." I said, heading for the bathroom. I was glad to have made a lucky escape from the eyes of Vic.
"Want me to hel-" he asked before I cut him off sharply.
"N-no, it's fine. Keep eating." I said stupidly while I noticed he had nothing on his plate. I scurried away.

*Vic's P.O.V*

That was weird, Jaime was being awkward. But why? All I asked was if he needed help. Perhaps I did something to annoy him? I don't know, he'll get over it.
"I never thought it'd be Tony to make the girls be running away." Mike laughed before gulping down the rest of his beer.
"I've never had a way with the ladies." Tony sighed after revealing a small, cheeky smirk.
"You guys are such kids." I grinned and shook my head.
Tony and Mike were done and turned the TV on. They sat arguing between Star Wars or Harry Potter. Sick of their whining, I stuck the first film I could pick up from the stack in the player. As Home Alone began, Mike yelled, "What the fuck, it's not even Christmas yet?"
"I don't care, stop whining and watch the film." I replied to my younger brother. We enjoyed this film when we were younger so he shrugged and got comfortable. He was quite the nuisance but he was always going to be my little brother and I knew I had to protect him. He did a fair job of looking out for me, but he's always been a bit more 'out there' than I ever was, so I never really needed much help.
After doing the dishes, I dried my hands and noticed Jaime had been gone for a while now. I decided to check on him and see if he was smart enough to get the stains out.

*Jaime's P.O.V*

I was gone for a while now. I was in between trying to clean my shirt and thinking about what just happened with Vic. Why was I in so much of a daze of him? When he asked if I wanted help, butterflies were brewing and I panicked. I didn't want to be near him seeing as I was already confused of my attitude around him. I cant have been falling for him, no way. He was my best friend, I've known him for so long and I've never acted like this around him. I've been straight all my life. And now Vic? What is going on?
I rubbed violently at the stain and flushed my anger out with the harsh movement on my chest. To my surprise I heard a voice. "Woah woah woah, calm down there."
I turned around to see Vic leaning on the door frame. "I mean, I did ask if you needed help but..." He chuckled and walked in, examining the stain. I tried not to look at him, if I did, I'd have fallen for those deep brown eyes aga-- No, Jaime. Stop thinking about it. You don't have feelings for Vic. My heart flustered as Vic dabbed the mark on my shirt.
"Vic, it's fine, really." I muttered.
"If it was, we wouldn't be here. I know what will get this out. Hold on." he said with a cheery, helpful smile... Beautiful smile... No! I pulled my hair at the thought of me being in love with Vic. I can't do that. It'd ruin everything. The band, our friendship. Everything. This time tomorrow, we'll be off this bus and back to life, you can avoid him easier... Nothing to worry about. He ran back in with God knows what on the cloth. He began to rub down on my shirt, one hand on my shoulder with a tight grip to keep me steady. "Mama taught me this trick. She said she had to do this for Pops plenty'a times." he babbled. I smiled letting a weak laugh. He looked up at me, with a worried look on his face. I was flustered and my face was pale. My heart was trembling at the words he released... "Jaime, are you okay...?"

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